How can we not

Sunday. A trip to the south of the island.

We passed through the salt pans. Some of which are pink. Pink lakes!

We stopped to explore some cute odd little buildings. Not so cute afterall. They were where the slaves slept when they were working in the salt pans.

We saw lots of Greater flamingos, Snowy egrets, Ruddy egrets, Tricoloured herons, some kind of sandpiper and another kind of brown wader. Species undecipherable!

We went to the beach at the southern end of Lac Baii (bay). It was your stereotypical Caribbean beach. White sands, clear shallow warm sea. Heaven. We had lunch at The Beach Hut, where a family of sparrows asked to shared our food. Followed by a turnstone, followed by a crab!

Then we headed to the northern end of Lac Baii where the mangroves are. Exquisite. Though the insects are not. And some evil plant brushed my leg which now feels like acid is burning it! We swam again. How can we not? The temperature is consistently toooooo hot. The sea calm and refreshing and crystal clear and inviting.

Down at the southern end, there are large piles of conche shells. It’s illegal to harvest these from the seas here on Bonaire. The piles are of those that have been harvested illegally. Sadly.

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About Olivia N Masi

From art college drop-out, to office space-planner, to back-packer, to air stewardess, to brolly babe, to model agent, to wildlife conservationist. How? I've always believed in jumping at every opportunity that comes my way. This has taken me along some bizarre career paths. None of which I regret. I have been to amazing places and met fascinating people. And having worked in the motor sport industry I've sadly experienced too many beloved friends take one adrenalin step too many. I think of them always. I've hung out with pop-stars, sports personalities, and millionaires. I reached a point when nothing but VIP would do. And then something happened. My pops passed away and I felt the need to reconnect with my Italian side. Whilst in Italy, I learnt to be resourceful, to recycle everything, to listen to the valley, to grow my own veg, to catch and tame feral cats, and to follow my heart. My heart led me to a desire to save this beautiful Earth, and all the wonderful life upon it. And so I read, and then I studied with the Open University. I suddenly found myself accepted on a BSc in Wildlife Conservation, having left school with pitiful qualifications. So here I am. A qualified Wildlife Conservationist. A scientist I suppose. I love nothing more than to listen to birdsong, and watch, learn and photograph wildlife. So here is to me getting the perfect job where I can contribute to saving one of Earth's beautiful species. Do I miss the glamour of the old life? The VIP lifestyle? The petrol-head adrenalin? The buzz of being a successful business owner? Only occasionally. Though it seems more like the distant dreams of a previous life.
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